A double life.
Secrets, shame, hidden
feelings, self-loathing, and guilt.
Strength, smiles,
openness, bravery, courage, and love.
This was me. Over the past decade, I have lived with a
splitting within my mind: a damaged processor, a flaky connection, and a screen
that turns on and off – illuminating selective aspects of my life – depending
on the situation, day, or even hour.
For a long time, I didn’t know what was wrong with me or why
I couldn’t maintain a stable mindset, a normal...
Ramblings from an average woman in recovery from Mental Illness, fighting to end stigma and offer hope.
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** Trigger warning. This site contains descriptions of mental health crisis', sensitive topics and mentions of suicide.
Thursday, 17 January 2019
Tuesday, 8 January 2019
Between - The Things Don't Disappear
The things don’t disappear.
Today I had the house to myself. The kids returned to school yesterday, and Shaun was at work. Originally I had an appointment this morning; but even that was cancelled due to the early morning weather. It’s been a while since I’ve simply sat with nobody around and nothing pressing on my mind. No urgent matters to attend to… and though my house could probably using a good cleaning, it wasn’t on my list of priorities for the day.
It was strange though.
Throughout...
Tuesday, 1 January 2019
New Year Same Journey
When I woke up this morning, I didn’t see today as the last day of 2018. I wasn’t ending a chapter of my life, to begin a new sentence tomorrow or a fresh start with a resolution that I would have no intention of keeping. I didn’t see it as an ending this morning as I rolled out of bed and got ready to go to the grocery store – to which I would face a beginning tomorrow morning where I would wake up fresh faced and ready to tackle a new year.
This morning I did however glance in the mirror at...
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